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held loosely

In bed again, after
the smell of you
memories
held loosely
soft murmurings
and kisses like
the morning sky brightening
shining ever increasing
full brilliance
can wait
for now
held loosely
the thought of you
is all
is love.
Sunday, November 11. 2001
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